perfect [gem]

[BLISS FAIRCHILD]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: #ff7882; border: 5px solid #ffa5a5; padding: 13px] it called that calculation perfect love Bliss walked down the shining streets of district one, whistling a little tune. The pretty little sound fit her mood, which was currently very lighthearted. Her walk to work was pleasant, and she always set out when the sun was just past rising and she had the streets to herself. Of course, on the days she had off she took full advantage of the lack of work and slept until noon or until she was roused by the obnoxious wailing of her little brother. But even nine-month-old Mink wouldn't dampen her spirits in the morning. There was a certain bounce in her step that meant it was one of those happy-for-no-reason days, which were always nice to walk up to. Nothing was different. She'd risen before dawn, as always. She looked as pretty as she did every day. Her breakfast consisted of oatmeal with butter and brown sugar, as it usually did. (Unless she was dieting, in which case it was invariably a piece of fruit.) It'd taken her a half-hour to get ready, which was her average. But the cool morning air soothed her tremendously, and she'd kissed her mother goodbye, as she hadn't done since Mrs. Fairchild had announced she was having a second child. (Really, wasn't she too old to have children? Wasn't Bliss enough for her?) Then she'd skipped downstairs, away from the metallic apartment building, and off to work. Even arriving at work seemed like a treat for Bliss. Everyday she'd greet Mrs. Foster charmingly (best to stay on the good side of her future mother-in-law), inquire as to where Mr. Foster was (even though she knew he'd be in the workshop across the way) and wander over, greeting Gem with a quick kiss on the lips if no one was looking and a bright smile if someone was. Then she'd be off to work for the day, watching Mr. Foster work and repeating his actions under his watchful eye. She was currently working on a pair of earrings, beautiful ones with diamonds and pearls and silver... she almost wished she could mess up a tiny bit so they weren't fit to sell to the Capitol and she would be allowed to keep them. But even if she did, she'd just be forced to start again until they were perfect, or the materials would be recycled. She approached the Foster's home, (It was larger than her father's home, she always noted. She'd do well to marry Gem.) and paused when she saw a lean male figure leaning against the door to his home. Then she smiled brightly and quickened her pace, light leather shoes making no noise on the clean street. She hoped it was one of those days, when Gem's father was out, or just lazy, and she and Gem were free to wander around, talking and kissing and avoiding Peacekeepers. "Good morning!" she greeted, her district accent floating out into morning air.

[GEM FOSTER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/f0uus9.jpg); border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 5px solid #101010; padding: 10px;] ❧ so tell me darling, DO YOU WISH WE'D FALL IN LOVE? Although Gem knew he should already be in the shop, preparing the materials for a new day of work, he lazily slouched against the front door of the Foster abode to wait for a certain young woman. His father would have deeply disapproved of his order of priorities; however, the old man was nowhere in sight and with a smug smile on Gem’s lips he knew he could get away with his lapse of responsibility. In his wait, Gem fussed with his rolled up sleeves, looking up every few minutes with the expectation of seeing the golden hair of his good friend Bliss. Then finally, he spotted her bouncy step as she made her way towards work. But Gem knew it wasn’t the sunshine of the day, or the well-off state of District One that put that spring in her step. It was the anticipation of seeing him, and the knowledge of her affection enthralled the adolescent male. His usual confident smile widened at the sight of her, and he watched entertainingly as her excitement reflected on her face in a bright smile. Her petite feet quickened towards him and he pushed off the doorframe to start his languid saunter in her direction. As she approached she greeted him sweetly, and in their first meeting of the day he bent down and softly took her face into his hands before laying a delicate kiss on her lips. He hadn’t taken the time to see if his family had been in eyesight to see his bold display, but his arrogant carelessness kept him from being too concerned. “Morning,” he replied with a charming smile. The gruff call of his father was increasing in impatience. With a mischievous grin Gem pulled Bliss behind the shelter of the house’s bend. He pressed his back against the smooth surface of the Foster abode and pulled Bliss’ small body close to his while smiling down at her. “Working is so dreary.” He rolled his eyes for dramatic effect. “He acts like a day without jewelry in the Capitol is going to kill them.” He tucked back a stray piece of hair that must have loosened itself in the sudden activity, “How about you and me slip away for a few hours?” Despite the fact that he treated the entirety of the female race with an obvious fondness, he was becoming conscious of the special treatment he gave Bliss. The favoritism he’d subconsciously developed puzzled him and as he gazed curiously at her he wondered if her exceptional beauty had anything to do with it. He was shallow, he could admit it, but he had a hard time believing it was simply Bliss’ gorgeous features that kept him interested. He supposed her specific attraction to him was quite a pleasing aspect about her. Of course, who wouldn’t want him? He was gorgeous. ❧ all the time TEMPLATE BY TSU BEAR OF OTE. MUSIC BY OWL CITY. TAGS: bliss/ sun NOTES:

[BLISS FAIRCHILD]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: #ff7882; border: 5px solid #ffa5a5; padding: 13px] it called that calculation perfect love Bliss was on cloud nine when Gem took her face in his hands (delicate, dexterous hands, with enough callouses to atone to his profession and not enough to be, you know, gross) and kissed her. She flushed a pretty pink immediately (god forbid Bliss did anything like get red in the face). How bold of him! A furtive glance around revealed no one around to see it, and she was almost disappointed. Public displays of affection appealed to Bliss when it was Gem. She knew quite a few girls who would die of jealousy to be kissed like that by the jeweler's son, and the Fairchild girl was almost giddy with the smugness. She reached up to put a hand on his chest and play the blushing damsel type. "Gem! What if your parents see?" she asked, eyes flashing with anything but the innocence the rest of her displayed. Oh, but she didn't really mind if Mrs. Foster and her mentor saw. She desperately wanted them to see that Gem had chosen her. That she wasn't trying to steal their son away or something. That he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. Bliss have liked nothing more than to secure a marriage to Gem, because she would have bee deliriously happy... and he was well-to-do and ridiculously handsome, too. She smiled happily. "Nonetheless, it's good to see you. I missed you over the weekend." It was true. She'd had Saturday and Sunday off, and though she had enjoyed the time with her friends, she was almost glad to be back. She liked her work well enough, and the company even better. But she had been right in her assumption that Gem wanted to skip. And she had absolutely no problem with that. In fact her face lit up as he ducked around the bend of his house and leaned against the Foster house. He took her into his arms and she quickly made herself comfortable against him. Her cheek rested well against his chest, and her arms wrapped around his torso easily. He brushed some stray gold hair away from her face that her ribbon had failed to keep away, and she listened as he subtly complained about his father (Bliss liked Mr. Foster just fine, but he could certain be persnickety! A bit of a drama queen, too, she thought, but gruff enough to make the term seem too absurd to suit him) and the amount of jewelry the Capitol demanded. She remembered a year they had failed to meet their quota and both of the Mayor's children had been reaped. She remembered the boy had been in her class (so she must have been twelve when it happened) and his sister a few years older. They had both cried and cried and cried. Bliss wouldn't have cried. She would have basked in the attention she was getting, and maybe delicately wept for the cameras when she said her goodbyes to district one. She looked up at the boy as he asked her if she'd like to skip. Gem was older than her, but still eligible for the reaping. She pushed those thoughts from her mind and beamed. "Of course! I wouldn't turn a three day weekend down, Gem, especially not a day in your company." She batted her eyelashes coyly. "Where shall we go?"